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So the veggie option is "already eaten by someone else at your table"? Well I'll just insult him and run away... and I'm not sure he'll catch me.

If Paul Barber is THAT good, can we please have him in charge of the 'North Stand seating reorganisation'? Mr Beirne, for all his meeting (just the one) organisation and issuing of notes (just the one) from that meeting and responding (just the once) to emails about how we progress the matter...

Getty Images penis with square edges shocks three men who had no idea Charlie Crowhurst had no balls visible.

Daft question - sorry... what are the vegetarian options like?

£125 return for the Middlesbrough game is more disappointing.

I think you get the point. Oh for a "neither up nor down" season to keep the JCLs and BHFs apart.

"Battered" - injured by repeated blows or punishment... without execution, or effective execution; see "Stockdale" or "2-0 to the Albion". Battered? Nah... find another word.

Love it.

CH just lulled DCFC into a false sense of incontinence.

Chips and Gravy. Or Diet Stockcube.

I've got time for this Rams lot. Seem a good bunch with a team being run on the right lines. #risspict

I always wanted "an bank draft"... or an ignorant pr1ck of a fraudster to confide in.

What's that old cliche? His second touch is a tackle. Might be true if you're CMS but not if you're COG.

Cast your mind back and I think you'll find the hand gestures were made by "Rodney, Rodney, Rodney Marsh... Rodney Marsh, Rodney Marsh...Rodney Rodney Rodney Marsh, Rodney Rodney Marsh, ohh, w4nk w4nk w4nk w4nk w4nk w4nk w4nk..". etc.

I remember seeing him play at The Goldstone, beer belly and all, during Joe Kinnear's testimonial. Would have been late 70s I'm guessing. He cleared one off the line in front of the North Stand with an overhead kick. Sad loss.

Does it show the early kick-off every day?

Three year deal wasn't it? I'm assuming that means the same kit but what do I know...

You didn't specify a home match so I'm going to comment on away matches, specifically those in London, and say "getting home at a time that many of you consider routine".

I've found that the only thing curtailing my drinking is nothing. Consistent Friday night red wine abuse. Saturday morning foggy walks to the train station are becoming the predictable roller-coaster commencement to my weekends. Horwich rhymes with 'porridge' (nearly), right?

Bus. Anyone? Anyone? Bussss.